The Lost Chisel

My eye is twitching.

My laptop broke. Shattered. All that remained of it was a dark outline on my desk.

Okay, it wasn’t that bad. The hinge broke, making the entire thing pretty much useless. I took it into the shop. They said two weeks to get the part in. No problem; I was going on vacation for about that long. If I had to be without, this was the perfect time to do it.

And suddenly I had a lobotomy.

No, no, it wasn’t that bad. Mostly. I use the laptop for a lot of my braindead relaxation time. Memes. Youtube. Comic book news. Now I had to use my phone. Not my preference, but doable.

But it meant for two weeks… I had no way to write.

I could still tell stories. I actually did, in fact, for a number of the games we played with friends over vacation. If I had to, I could have used an app on my phone or good old pencil and paper. Ah, but that would be like writing left-handed… I could do it, but it would be ugly.

It was like having to write in stone, but not having a chisel to do it. You could still make a story, but you couldn’t set it down.

And so for two weeks… I’ve done nothing direct for writing. I’ve been devouring other books instead. I played so many games with friends and family. It’s been so, so relaxing.

And maddening.

Do you have any idea how many things I need to get written? How behind I am with my email? I need to check in on sales!

But then… then…!

I have my laptop back. I can write again! The shackles are off! I have my chisel, and the stone stands before me!

Time to write.